I am not strong in the details of all the science.
I am interested in where the morality of it meets human imagination
(and mostly commerce, of course),
but understanding the interconnected bits of logic and proof
and uncontaminated thinking is not me at my best.
This cannot be said to be a failure for the want of (my) imagination however.
I am transported (and easily and in my own daze) upon hearing
how a teaspoon of dark matter weighs (in earth money)
many thousands of tons, but still. But still I am disconnected
from deep space during the day to day moments and these are matters
I find it hard to find the proper significance in.
I am by no means at this point a religious man,
but I couldn’t help but be suddenly, scientifically, awake
while thinking about this business of the sky at night
and how some of the stars a person can see
have in actuality already long ago burnt out
and all that is now visible is the last of their light
still leaking across the huge distances between us.
And in considering the logistics of this proposition,
it settled comfortably and clearly into the center of my simplified mind
that this might be a meaningful explanation as regards God:
Perhaps He (God) had been previously about the place at one time or another
(and by no means had that been a necessarily celestial place in its location),
but had long since disappeared, perhaps very literally run out of energy,
but the sparkly light that people still see is His remainder as yet unextinguished.
A religious iridescence on the inside of hopeful retinas.